Monday, August 3, 2009

End of Story – 3


You go over and you mean to kick his ass or scream his head off. He’s nowhere to be found. The only person there is a big nasty scowling woman who made your sandwich. You yell at her for being a dirty cow and tell her that you want to see the owner. She tells you to get the “fuck out of here.” You tell her off and dismiss her. She’s pissed now and bull-rushes you. You fall to the ground and she pulls a Yokozuna-like ass crush by jumping from the counter onto your head. You die, game over dumbass.

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